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ever, my PR team can set it up if you would like to write the precise story. ?" She added. "My family's shares should be transferred back to me and I reserve the right to sue if this arrangement terminates early for any reason not specified in the contract. Such as manipulation, coercion, or slander." After staring at her for a moment he nodded slowly and approvingly. "I thought too little of you." "No," she said. "You simply assumed that I would be too desperate to engage in negotiations." He slid the pen across the table with a faint smile. "When you're ready, sign it." Sophia thought for a moment. Her heart raced. She would no longer be Sophia Bennett with a single pen stroke. She would be the wife of the most mysterious billionaire, Adrian Drake. She took the pen in her hand. It seemed strange to see someone else write her signature. Taking the pen back Adrian signed neatly and fluidly without hesitation. "The task was completed. Your soul was just sold," she whispered to herself. He leaned in. "No. You just bought yourself more time to repair the damages in your company. A heavy but comfortable silence enveloped them, creating an almost tangible barrier that held their emotions at bay. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with unsaid words and unexpressed feelings, as if the world outside had faded away. Then, breaking the stillness, Adrian stood up, his movements deliberate and confident. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms that hinted at his readiness for whatever came next. As he extended his hand toward her, a sense of finality hung in the air. Sophia met his gaze, and without hesitation, she took his hand in hers. The warmth of his grip enveloped her, cozy and incredibly stable, grounding her in a way she hadn't expected. In that brief moment, a rush of emotions surged within her-relief, apprehension, and a flicker of hope. But just like that, it was over. On paper, they were married. The weight of the declaration settled over them, a mere formality that felt monumental in its implications. There was no grand celebration, no fanfare; it was simply a new chapter that had begun with a handshake. Without another word, Sophia turned and walked away, her heart a mix of uncertainty and determination. Each step echoed in the silence behind her, a reminder of the choices she had made and the journey that lay ahead. She didn't look back; instead, she focused on the path before her, ready to face whatever awaited. Sophia awoke the following morning to the constant buzzing of her phone. In her hotel bed, she rolled over with a groan and reached blindly across the sheets. Ten phones missed calls and F